Stevie clearly knew what she was doing. She licked Dave’s cock in long, slow lines, more than enough to stimulate his erection, but not quite enough to bring him into wakefulness.
Dave moaned again, and maybe mumbled something beneath his breath.
Stevie adjusted her position, unconsciously wiggling her ass as she did. Her pussy was cast in shadows, but if it weren’t it would be pointed almost directly at Shanna. As a result of Stevie’s adjustment, Shanna had to ease the door a tiny bit further open to keep her unobstructed view. Stevie was kissing him now, sucking at the flesh of Dave’s hard pole, working his tool a little harder so that he grew more fully erect.
Her breasts were resting on Dave’s upper thighs and his hand came over to gently caress her face. Shanna didn’t think Dave was fully awake yet, but Stevie had definitely gotten his sleepy attention.
Her daughter lifted the now rigid cock and began to suck on its tip.
Dave’s breathing grew harsher. “That’s nice,” he mumbled. “Oh, yes, just like that.”
Stevie ignored the instructions and pushed the fat head fully into her mouth, bobbing up and down more easily than Shanna could manage. Her hands began to pump his long shaft and Dave caught at her face with both hands.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed. “Oh, Shanna that’s nice.”
Shanna froze at the name and Stevie hesitated for a moment, proving that she too had heard it. Then her head began to bob up and down again and the fingers of her right hand slipped down between her legs to play with her pussy.
Shanna didn’t know what to do. Not only was her daughter blowing her man, but his sleepy mind clearly thought it was her doing it.
Dave was groaning audibly now, louder than he should, and Stevie just kept bobbing faster. She thought his eyes must be opened, but with the shadows she just couldn’t be sure.
His voice was also getting louder. “Oh, yes,” he growled. “That’s it! Don’t stop! I- wait! Yes! In your pussy! I want to cum in your pussy!”
His head came up off the pillow for the first time and he pulled Stevie’s precum slicked lips up to his. Their tongues collided and Dave’s body went rigid, but Stevie’s hand was already positioning Dave’s cock beneath her eager pussy.
He pulled his mouth free of hers. “Wait!”
But whatever protest he might have been out to make had come too late. Stevie’s experienced hand had already moved the head of his rigid cock beneath the lips of her pussy, and she sat down hard upon it like the cowgirl of her fantasy.
“Oh, yessss!” she hissed, as Dave’s hips bucked up hard against her. Stevie’s breasts bounced with the motion and even her hair seemed to fly up in the air.
“Oh, God!” Dave whispered in a tortured combination of ecstasy and despair.
Stevie was oblivious to his concern. She twisted on his pole and rocked herself up and down and Dave bucked his cock powerfully up inside of her again.
Shanna fell back against the wall in the dark hallway, tears streaming down her face. She should have stopped it. She could have stopped it right up until Stevie started riding him. But now it was too late. Dave would never come back to her after fucking Stevie and she wouldn’t have him now anyway.
A tiny part of her brain held on to the idea that he hadn’t realized who was with him until Stevie kissed him, but it didn’t really matter. Shanna had her pride, and she wouldn’t take the bastard back—not after he fucked her daughter.
Stevie seemed to have forgotten the need to be quiet and was squealing with delight. Dave was grunting harshly, still trying to contain himself.
Shanna steeled herself for one final look. Stevie had thrown her arm high in the air while the fingers of her other hand fingered herself to an orgasm.
Shanna fled back upstairs.
Chapter Three
Shanna heard her bedroom door creep open and watched through tear-filled eyes as Dave crept inside. She couldn’t believe his gall. Admittedly, things with Stevie hadn’t lasted very long in the room beneath her, but he’d just had his cock in her daughter’s pussy and now he was coming up to her.
She sat up in bed. “Get out!” she hissed.
Dave continued crossing the room and sat down beside her on the mattress. He was dressed only in pajama bottoms, which he must have dug out of his suitcase after Stevie left him. “You heard?”
“I saw it!” she whispered, so furious she was sure she would see red if the lights had been on.
Dave swallowed. “Then you know I was asleep!” he defended himself.
“You were awake enough!” Shanna argued.
“I thought she was you!” Dave insisted.
“Maybe at first, but not when it mattered!”
“What was I supposed to do?” Dave asked. “I’d been calling out your name for God’s sake and then I suddenly realize it’s your daughter in bed with me and she’s sitting on my pole and I’m supposed to keep our fucking relationship a secret.”
His voice was starting to grow louder. “Keep your voice down!” she told him. “And stop making excuses!”
“I kicked her out as soon as I could think,” Dave protested. “I didn’t even cum. I think she thought my second thoughts were funny.”
That almost made Shanna reconsider her anger—almost. “So now you come to me? Why you—”
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted,” Dave told her, then used all of his substantial muscle to push her back on the bed so he could cover her mouth with his own.
Shanna pushed him hard, angrily, shaking her mouth free. “Get off of me!”
“You’ll wake them,” Dave reminded her. “Heck, Stevie’s probably not even asleep.”
He bent down and kissed her again, one hand squeezing her breasts while the other tried to keep her other hands from hitting him.
“Stop it!” she ordered him.
Dave did not stop. His hand dipped down between her legs and felt her warm lips through the nightgown. “Prove to me you don’t want me,” he said.
“Of course I want you!” Shanna hissed. She felt it wasn’t the strongest protest she could have made. “But you just—ohhhh!”
She wasn’t sure what he had touched inside her, but her whole body shuddered in response.
“I need to fuck you!” Dave told her. “I’ve been frozen, lost my clothes, hidden, and frozen again for you tonight. Then I was teased mercilessly over drinks and I’ve just kicked a beautiful woman out of my bed so I could feel your arms around me. Be angry if you want, but make love to me! Let me feel your passion! Let me fill your needs!
Almost against her will, Shanna opened her legs to Dave. “This isn’t working,” she told him. “Stevie’s going to come back. We’re going to get caught. We can’t keep doing this!”
“Then we tell them,” Dave answered as if that really would solve the problem.
“We can’t tell them now!” Shanna said. “You’ve fucked Stevie!”
Dave pushed off a pair of pajama bottoms revealing his powerfully rigid erection. “And now I’m going to make love to you!”
He slid between her legs and she stretched herself wide for him. The same moonlight that had shown her too much of what was happening downstairs, now revealed his steely white cock as he pressed the swollen head against her dark lips.
“I love you,” he told her, then thrust himself inside.
Shanna’s mouth opened wide as her pussy stretched to accommodate his bulk. She’d forgotten how good it felt to have his massive cock surge inside her. But surely Dave wasn’t thinking the same thing. He’d be thinking about how tight Stevie was—how wild it felt when she gyrated on top of him—not how her forty-something body felt against him.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed. “This is what I wanted!”
She wanted to call him a liar, but her breath hitched in her chest as he began to pump.
“Oh, yes,” he said again. “Squeeze me, Shanna, let me know how much you like the feel of my hard cock!”
Shanna wrapped her legs arou
nd Dave’s waist and flexed the muscles of her pussy against his iron dick. She was instantly rewarded by a twinge of pleasure—an electric spark flashing up toward her breasts and throat. It didn’t seem right that she could already be this excited when she was damn angry with Dave. Except she wasn’t angry anymore—couldn’t possibly be angry when he was kneeling between her thighs and thrusting his long thick penis deeper and deeper into her cunt.
“I can’t last long,” Dave told her. His voice shuddering with the effort to make his words heard. “It’s been too long. I need you too much!”
Shanna understood. She’d made him stop masturbating before Christmas then brought him to the edge of ejaculation before Stevie interrupted him. Then the hiding, and the teasing and the cold—not to mention what Stevie had just done to him—it was no wonder he felt ready to explode.
But she still didn’t feel like giving him any comfort. Her anger may have evaporated, but the memory lingered. “Not without me!” she told him.
And he groaned loudly in response, clearly ignoring her orders, rapidly increasing his tempo.
“Make…me…cum!” he begged, struggling to speak the words while still pumping wildly between her legs.
Shanna’s own body raced with answering excitement. She twisted beneath him, tightening her grip on his waist with her legs. Her right hand grasped her breast through her nightgown, squeezing and twisting painfully.
“Me…first!” she growled with equal difficulty.
Dave’s voice deepened significantly. “Oh, God!”
His cock swelled even harder inside her, the pains pulsing as he completely filled her up. She was so close, so near.
His strong hand ripped open her nightgown and dug into her bare breast.
Shanna bit him so she wouldn’t scream in ecstasy and his hot ivory fire exploded in her pussy. He tried to keep pumping but her pussy wasn’t helping him anymore. It flexed, tightened, and squeezed, in response to her orgasm and popped his mammoth dick right out.
Dave wanted back inside Shanna. His semen was spewing dramatically across the bed leaving lines across her dark body, but he wasn’t interested in watching. He bulled his way back inside her impossibly tight pussy only to trigger a new wave of orgasms that squeezed him back outside again.
Dave was still ejaculating, six, seven, eight times. The force had diminished but the liquid itself seemed endless in its quantity. He staggered up Shanna’s body, spattering her with ever more cum, until he finally brought his quivering penis up to Shanna’s warm and willing mouth.
She couldn’t have sucked him in on her own. Her orgasms were still too intense. But she opened her mouth when Dave cupped her head and didn’t stop sucking until he went limp.
Chapter Four
“You are perfect!” Dave whispered, cradling Shanna’s cum-spattered body against his chest. “I love you!”
Shanna felt tears forming in her eyes again, but she didn’t want Dave to see them. She turned her face away so that she hoped her hair would catch the wetness. “I love you too, Sweety. But you have to go back downstairs and not come up here like this again.”
“When do I get to make love to you again?”
Maybe never, she thought, but she knew she couldn’t say that to him now.
“We’ll figure something out,” she promised, hoping it was not a lie.
Dave cupped her chin so he could kiss her. “I’m counting on you,” he said. “We have to find a way to bring this out in the open. It’s the only way to be sure we can stay together.”
“We’ll think of something, Sweety,” she told him. This time she knew the promise was a lie. She could not imagine the circumstance in which she would tell Bobby she loved Dave, and after what had happened a little while ago, she couldn’t see telling Stevie either. “We’ll think of something,” she repeated.
Dave kissed her again and left.
Shanna lay back on her bed feeling strangely vacant inside. Her body was happy and relaxed, but her mind wasn’t luxuriating in the afterglow of her orgasms. The thing she really ought to do, she knew, was find a way to break up with Dave. A minute ago, she was crying over that. Now she just felt empty.
Dave’s questions had proven to her how hopeless their situation really was. Loren was right. There was no future for them together. It had been a mistake to let herself fall in love. It was only a matter of time before someone found out about them and she was afraid to guess at what would happen then.
Part IV
Stevie
January 1
Chapter One
Stevie woke up just before noon—far later than she had intended to. There was a pleasant soreness between her legs and a glorious feeling of excitement that radiated from the bottom of her toes to the tips of her long fingernails. She was in a chase again, and last night’s partial success only wetted her appetite to get more of Dave.
She simply could not believe the size of his dick. She’d slept with big men before, but nothing like Dave’s monster penis. How could a guy that big be so shy and uncertain of himself? And had he really been dreaming about her mother when she started sucking on him? She’d noticed over Thanksgiving that he was very attracted to her, but she hadn’t really thought he’d be calling out her name in his sleep. Maybe after Stevie had enjoyed working with Dave’s fully conscious package, she would try to give her mother a shot at him. Stevie really thought her mother needed to get laid and Dave’s massive cock was just the tool to do it.
Stevie pulled on her robe and stumbled to the bathroom. Nobody appeared to be upstairs but she could hear the television downstairs so people were up and about again.
She slipped out of her robe and turned on the shower. It still boggled her mind that Dave hadn’t let her get him off. Surprised or not, what could be the problem? After all, girlfriend or not, when a guy wakes up with a hot naked woman gyrating on his cock, well, even a saint would forgive him for cumming.
Stevie slipped on a shower cap and stepped into the bathtub and luxuriated at the feel of the hot spray against her skin. She should have taken this shower last night, but after hours of drinking, culminating in those few glorious moments on top of Dave’s pole, all she’d wanted to do was crawl into bed and go to sleep. Now, however, she felt the aftermath of the night’s activities and all she wanted to do was scald and scour her skin clean.
It could be worse. If Dave had cum she’d likely have dried semen all over her breasts, belly, and tangled in the hair of her bush and head. For some reason, every guy she’d ever slept with liked to shoot cum all over her big tits. It was always exciting at the time, but by morning she usually felt differently about it.
Stevie soaped and scrubbed her heat flushed body until she started to feel clean again. Then, she got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel. She dropped the shower cap on the floor and turned her attention to the other elements of her morning routine: tooth paste, mouthwash, and toilet. When the bathroom was less steamy she might return to put on a little makeup, but she was self-confident enough to admit that she didn’t really need it.
Morning business finished, Stevie returned to her bedroom to get dressed, choosing a T-shirt and jeans rather than something overtly sexy. She thought she would go back to teasing Dave. He’d had more than enough time to regret kicking her out last night and teasing him should help make Dave desperate to get in her pants again.
She started down the stairs calling out ahead of her. “Where is everybody?”
“In the kitchen,” her mother answered.
Stevie rounded the steps and entered the kitchen. The remains of lunch sat on the table—grilled cheese, soup,and potato chips—but no one but her mother was present.
“Where are the guys?” Stevie asked.
“You just missed them, Sleepy Head.”
Stevie felt let down. Dave should have been here waiting to see her again—hoping they would get a private moment in a corner to cop a feel or share a kiss. He certainly wasn’t supposed to turn th
e tables on her by going out with Bobby and leaving her hanging.
Her mother waited in silence for a few moments, but when Stevie didn’t respond she added, “Bobby said something about hooking up with Marcie and Liz.”
“Oh.”
“Are you okay, Sweety?”
Stevie pulled herself together. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
Her mother shrugged. “You just look a little...out of sorts. Maybe you’re just tired.”
Stevie tried to push Dave out of her mind and smile. “That must be it. We really had a great time last night. Who’d have thought that drinking beer while talking about sex and men with your mother could be so much fun?”
Her mother blushed. “I’m more than a little embarrassed over that conversation.”
“But why?” Stevie asked. “We’re both adults.”
“My mother was an adult also,” her mother reminded her, “and I never talked to her like that.”
“You’re a lot cooler than Grandma was,” Stevie said. And then, before she could sensor the question she asked, “Did Bobby say when he and Dave were going to get back?”
Her mother’s eyes tightened for a moment. “No, they didn’t mention it. Bobby never likes to tell me anything like that. Are you planning to start annoying Bobby by teasing Dave again?”
Stevie considered telling her mother what had happened last night. It might be fun to give an eyewitness account of the size of Dave’s erection, and it would definitely be fun to share that Dave had been dreaming about her mother. But she quickly decided against it. Her mother was sober now and unlikely to approve of Stevie seducing Dave here in the house. And, in addition, she didn’t want her mother deciding to check out Dave in the middle of the night and discovering Stevie already riding him.
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